Brother Jack, don't kill me!

Looking in the mirror, Lotter saw a boy with brown hair.

Natsume Takashi frowned, with a concerned look on his face, Lotter realized that his actions had been discovered, he hurriedly turned on the faucet, flushed the ink on his hands, trying to pretend nothing happened.

Nothing happened at first, Lott told himself that he lied to himself, but he still couldn't calm down, and his palms washing in the water trembled unconsciously.

"Lotte." Natsume Takashi's voice came from behind, he approached and asked, "What happened, why did you—"

The moment Lott heard him speak, he turned off the faucet suddenly. He turned his head, pulled the corners of his mouth, smiled reluctantly, and said, "It's okay."

Lott said, "I have nothing to do."

Natsume Takashi's eyes fell on the palm of Lott's back.

Lot hesitated for a while, he bit his lip, not to cause trouble for others.

But a gentle person like Natsume will definitely be worried after seeing what he did just now, but Lott doesn't want to trouble others, even if that person is his friend.

"really?"

Lotte let go of his biting lip, he smiled, took out his palm from behind, spread it out in front of Takashi Natsume, and said, "Look, there's nothing wrong."

Lotte's palm was red, as if he had been rubbed too hard.

Lott explained: "The bugs were killed just now, so I washed it many times."

Natsume Takashi said "Yes", but judging from his expression, he didn't seem to fully believe it.

Lot asked, "Natsume, can you see the monster?"

Even though Xia Youjie said that they were curse spirits, Luo Te was still used to calling them monsters.

Natsume Takashi nodded and said, "Yes."

Lott asked, "So, will you go too?"

"Walk?"

"Yeah." Lott was depressed for a long time before he said, "I told you that Jay can see monsters just like you. He said he was leaving this school and going to some magic school."

Lott's voice gradually sank, and he said, "I know that Jie wants to become stronger and protect more people, but I still can't accept it all at once."

"I can't tell him to tell Jie not to leave, I don't want to trouble Jie."

"Will Natsume leave too?"

Natsume Takashi gave a negative answer, he said: "No. I—"

"Why?" Lott said, "You will have many friends there, where you will not be scolded or excluded because of seeing monsters, and the people there will be your companions."

Natsume Takashi's voice was very soft, but Lott could hear him, and he said, "But now, Lott is my friend."

Lot was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said, "Okay."

They walked side by side, and Lott asked, "But Natsume, why are you still wearing thin clothes in such a cold day?"

Natsume Takashi paused for a moment, then he said "hmm" softly, and said, "I'm not cold."

"Liar." Lot said, grabbing his palm, Natsume Takashi's fingers were cold, colder than his own palm that had just been washed in cold water.

Lott said, "It's Natsume's house, has something happened again?"

Natsume Takashi smiled, he shook his head, and said nothing more.

Already in Lotter's classroom, he took off his coat, handed it over, and said, "Here you are, Natsume."

Natsume Takashi didn't take it, he said, "Lotte, you're still coughing."

"but……"

Natsume Takashi looked at him with a smile, and after reaching out to take the coat, he put it on Lott again.

"Go in." Natsume Takashi said, "Everyone inside is looking at this side."

Lot waved at him and said, "Okay."

Lot walked in, and the moment he entered the classroom, the noise in the classroom disappeared, and no one knew who said, "The little prince is here—"

Lott paused. He swept across the classroom. It seemed that everyone had a smile on their faces. That wasn't a mockery. Lott clenched his fists, and he laughed too, but that smile was more like a mockery.

Everyone likes me, he told himself, thinking this way, he gripped the shoulder strap of his schoolbag tightly and walked to his seat.

The teacher with a serious face stood on the podium. He adjusted his glasses and said, "Lotte, you're late again."

Lot stood up hastily, he lowered his head and said nothing. At this time, An Li spoke from behind.

She said: "He knew he was wrong teacher, Lott, you also apologize."

Lott responded softly, and he said, "I know I was wrong."

The teacher glanced at him and said, "Sit down."

After sitting down, Lott unzipped his schoolbag again. He searched for his anti-anxiety medicine. After finding it, he poured a handful of pills in his hand and swallowed them.

Only then did Lot calm down.

Nothing happened.

I'm very good.

An Li poked his back with a ruler as usual, Lott turned his head, and he looked at An Li.

An Li's voice was choked with sobs, and she said, "Woo, Lotte, I wanted to buy us a meal at noon today, but I forgot to bring the money."

"Then—" Lott replied in a low voice, "you can eat my box lunch, I will buy my own."

"That's great!" An Li laughed, her expression as if she was about to cry just now disappeared in an instant, she grabbed Lott's hand, and asked, "Lott, why are you still playing with that person?" .”

"what?"

An Li asked, "I'm Lott's only good friend, right?"

"No, I-"

An Li's tone suddenly became sharp. She squinted her eyes and said, "Don't you want Lotte to be my good friend?"

Lot bit his lip, he shook his head and said, "No, I..."

"That's good!" An Li laughed and said, "Then let's go to the garden to feed the cats after lunch. Lotte likes insect cats, right?"

"Ah."

"Lotte, stop playing with those freaks, otherwise, everyone will be unhappy."

"Jay is not a freak!"

Lotte's lips moved, his whole body was trembling, and he didn't even know what syllable to pronounce.

"Huh?" An Li said, "What is it, Xia Youjie? Hey, he is very popular in the senior class, but I'm not talking about him."

"Oh."

Lot put down his hands, and he fumbled for his pills again. After swallowing a few hastily, he smiled and said absently, "It's nothing."

An Li didn't press on.

At noon, An Li took his boxed lunch to the rooftop first. When Lott came to the second floor, he covered his mouth and coughed. He didn't feel much appetite, so he only bought an apple for lunch .

Lot washed it with water for a while, and then he left. The smiles of the people around him made him feel uncomfortable. He lowered his head and clutched the corner of his clothes with his empty hands, showing a very social fear look.

Lotte's breathing gradually became quicker, after he saw two or three tall boys blocking him in front of him.

The leader took a step forward and said in an unimaginably loud voice: "Hey, you were the one who held the pepper spray bottle last time. You kid with no eyesight, don't you see that we are teaching that freak a lesson?"

Lott took a step back and retorted, "He's not a freak."

A young man surrounded by him took a step forward, picked up the crowbar in his hand, and said, "Spray my eyes with pepper water, right?"

None of the classmates who came and went next to me stopped, and some even took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Lott backed away, and he ran in a hurry, but his physique was too weak, and he was able to escape the pursuit of those people for a short time only because of the blocking of the crowd.

Lotter ran.

He ran aimlessly.

It would be great if someone could come and save me at this time.

It would be great if Jie would come to save me at this time, he thought, no, but then Xia Youjie would be beaten just like himself.

In that case, better not come.

As Lott ran, he couldn't help coughing, but after getting away from the crowd, the coughing sound was too noticeable, and Lott could even hear the loud voice of the big man behind him.

"Over here! Over here!"

Lot coughed even worse. He covered his mouth and couldn't help vomiting. His legs were so weak that he was about to fall to the ground in the next second. Now he could barely hold himself up against the wall. stop.

The footsteps seemed to be getting closer, as if there was a corridor between him and him.

Lott hid in the toilet. He closed the door and locked himself in the cubicle. He squatted on the ground, hugging his knees, trembling constantly.

Fear and dread almost made Lotter speechless, the only thing he could make was the short, slight cough—but he didn't want to make such an eye-catching sound.

It seemed that someone heard a cough and came towards this side, and Lott heard a soft knock on the door of the compartment.

Through the bottom, Lott could see a pair of leather shoes.

— button button.

Such a voice made Lott's body tense immediately.

"I know you're inside, and the door can't stop me. I'm not the one chasing you." The person outside the door said, "Why don't you ask others for help along the way?"

Lott said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to trouble others. My mother told me that a good boy should not trouble others."

The person outside the door smiled softly, "Then you are such a good boy."

"You'd better come out now, and go to the teacher's office. It's not far from here, or you'll be found soon."

"I'm too weak." Lotte's voice trembled, "I can't save myself, and I can't save anyone."

The person outside said, "You are not weak, Lotte."

He continued, almost reassuring words, "Besides, don't blame anyone and don't blame yourself."

"Believe me, you won't accept the consequences of being found by them." The person outside the door squatted down at this moment, his face appeared in the gap between the compartment and the outside, no, to be precise, it was not a face, But a mask.

A white, striped mask.

The person wearing the mask said: "There are still 5 minutes, and that person will come here."

The people outside the door saw Lot's frightened expression and also saw Lot's distrust, so they stood up, his silver hair flashed outside, and then there was a sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor, and he seemed to be left.

Lott's heart relaxed a little. He wanted to take medicine to relieve his tension, but at this time, he didn't bring a medicine bottle.

Another nausea rose in his throat.

Lotte lowered his head, covered his mouth, and coughed continuously, until finally, he couldn't suppress his coughing at all.

The leader of the young man still found him. Lotte squatted in a small corner of the cubicle. He kept praying, and even sobbed in a low voice. He heard the school bell ringing outside the door, but he also heard the door lock being knocked open. the sound of.

"Yo, squatting here."

The leader picked up the stick and hit Lott on the head with all his strength.

pain.

Lott trembled, he was so painful that he almost cried, the tears from the corners of his eyes were mixed with the blood oozing from his forehead, blurring his vision, he just saw that the stick was about to hit him again, he didn’t realize it He stretched out his arm to block it.

With the next blow, Lott heard a dull sound, as if his hand bones were about to be broken, the pain was so painful that he could hardly move, and he was hanging aside.

Lott's vision was blurred, and he felt pain all over his body, even a blow to his calf, which made him retract his feet involuntarily, and almost crawled towards the deepest part of the compartment with all his strength.

Blood dripped all over the floor, and because of a sudden kick, Lott hit the door of the compartment.

The leading young man held a stick and knelt down in front of Lott. He picked up Lott's chin with the stick and asked, "Do you dare next time?"

Lott's lips trembled, he was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound at all, he just vomited black ink from the corner of his mouth.

The ink from the corner of Lott's mouth slid down, almost soaking his collar.

His fingers groped around.

It would be great if someone could save me at this time, Lott thought vaguely.

The tall young man raised the corners of his mouth, as if looking at Lott's face, and said, "Hey, from this point of view, you look pretty good."

The stick was thrown aside, and then there was the sound of the pants chain being pulled apart.

Lott stopped sobbing. He tried his best to escape, but he was grabbed by his ankle and hit the door of the compartment again.

It hurt even more, and he couldn't seem to move.

Lot bit his lip, he was trembling almost all over, his eyes widened and his face was pale.

Then the next second, he passed out.

……

The white-haired boy who fell on the ground stood up, opened his eyes, and laughed as if he didn't even realize the pain in his body.

"The human body is really fragile," he said.

It's a completely different feeling from before.

The tall young man frowned, subconsciously took a step back, and picked up the stick that fell on the ground.

The young man spat and said, "What are you pretending to do?"

"Let me see what Lott brought before." He said to himself, touching his pocket, "Oh, a pair of scissors, I didn't expect him to bring it with him, but at this time it might be Not bad."

"He likes this dress very much, but now, it's going to be dirty by me."

The young man saw the white-haired boy open his golden eyes and look towards him.

A devil-like smiling face appeared in front of the young man.

"Then let's play a game." The boy with white hair and golden pupils shook his hand and said, "Here comes the scissors—"